Comma$

[Chorus]
I swear I'm finna trip, lil b I know you feel that too
I swear I keep on countin' til my finger turn to blue
I swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank
Swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank

[Hook]
Ion know what they told you but they told me I'm up next, yeah
Ion know what they talking, Ion stress about that shit
I know they be on bullshit, Ion stress about that shit, yeah
Ion stress about that shit

[Verse 1]
I woke up with my jewelry and I'm sleepin' with my .9
If you know I got your back then you better have mine too
Can't be fucking with that hoe
You know that's just how I do
And that BB on my belt
We sliding 'round the hills
I be drippin' head to toe, I just might take yo' hoe
Too much going on, I just got racks on my mind
I be drippin' head to toе, I just might take yo' hoe
Too much going on, I just got racks on my mind
Doing my shit, no time
I'm in a wraith I'm countin' a hun'
Doin' a dash I'm running again
I feel likе I'm Tecca, I did it again
She sayin' we friends, I ain't never saw her once
Bitch get out
My shit so clean they hittin' my line
Brand new bag I cop like two

[Chorus]
I swear I'm finna trip, lil b I know you feel that too
I swear I keep on countin' til my finger turn to blue
I swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank
Swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank

[Verse 2]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, where that hoe, she at the door
Lil hoe looking for me, lil b this ain't hide n seek
Finna get that check, lil hoe I ain't playing games
Finna get my money right, finna get my pesos
Told her that she ain't my type and now she actin' crazy
Now I'm outta sight, countin' green like Piccolo
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe you's a broke you can't get racks
Way out in this shit, we tryna stack like overseas
That .45 on me we 'bout to put your ass to sleep
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, where that hoe, she know she fine
But I can't show no love to a thot
When the shit get real, my damn, we stomp these bitches
My Air Force One's, we stomp these bitches
My Glock 19 we shoot them bitches

[Chorus]
I swear I'm finna trip, lil b I know you feel that too
I swear I keep on countin' til my finger turn to blue
I swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank
Swear I ain't got no rest til 'em commas in my bank